| Walkin' down the street wit' a sad face
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| Always complaining 'bout the rat race
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| Nobody said that life was free and easy
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| Your job it sucks, it’s on the line
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| Your wife act mean, your kids all cryin'
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| I need something that’s guaranteed to please me
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| But listen, I’ll tell you
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| I’m glad to be alive and kicking
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| I’m glad to hear my heart’s still ticking
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| So pass me the wine, baby, and let’s make some love
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| Sometimes things don’t work out the way you want
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| I don’t know if I’m gonna laugh or cry
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| Uh-huh
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| Yeah
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| Mmm
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| Your friends’ll never call you back
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| You’re feelin' such a sad sack
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| Like some snack that’s gone all cold and greasy, yes
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| The car you drive a rusty wreck
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| It’s always you that pays the check
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| Who said life was warm and peachy?
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| But listen, yeah, I’ll tell you
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| I’m glad to be alive and kickin'
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| My blood is up, my pulse is quickened
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| Pass the wine bowl but let’s make some love
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| Sometimes things don’t work out the way you want
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| I wonder why, I wonder why (ah yeah)
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| Sometime mistakes come back to haunt you, baby
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| And I don’t know whether to laugh or cry (yeah)
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| (Yeah, c’mon)
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| I got to be alive and kickin'
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| Glad to be alive and kickin'
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| Glad to have a pot to piss in
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| Glad to be alive and kickin'
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| We got to be alive and kickin'
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| Got’n yeah, come on, got to be, come, come on, company, ha, got to be,
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| good to be
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| Good to be alive and kickin'
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| Good to be alive and kickin'
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| Glad to see the plot is thickenin'
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| Pass the wine, let’s make some love
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| Let’s make some love
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| Let’s make some love
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| Let’s make some love |